Hi_Im_Just_Here
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Posted this in the discord as well
An old and long dead Knight who once fought for the patrons (color of their banner would change depending on team). They awoke in a tomb buried deep within the earth, their corpse being reanimated by the energy released by the first Astral Gate. They knew nothing of who they once were, their name, their country, their family, but they knew of the god they served. They grabbed their sword, a large claymore, which grew a ghostly green glow as the same energy that brought them back to life infused itself into the blade. Months would pass as the Knight slowly dug their way from their tomb. The Patron called to them as they reached the surface, "Knight, the war is not yet won. Come. Seek me in the far-lands." The Knight's sword seemed to guide them. The Knight would head West, into the far-lands the Patron spoke of. Decades would pass as The Knight walked along the ocean's floor. Eventually The Knight would arrive in a strange new city filled with new and hostile creations they could never have imagined real. The Knight would cleave their way through the people of New York on their path to their Patron. Until the fateful day, many years after they first awoke, the Patron called to them, "Come Knight, summon me and complete your purpose."
An old and long dead Knight who once fought for the patrons (color of their banner would change depending on team). They awoke in a tomb buried deep within the earth, their corpse being reanimated by the energy released by the first Astral Gate. They knew nothing of who they once were, their name, their country, their family, but they knew of the god they served. They grabbed their sword, a large claymore, which grew a ghostly green glow as the same energy that brought them back to life infused itself into the blade. Months would pass as the Knight slowly dug their way from their tomb. The Patron called to them as they reached the surface, "Knight, the war is not yet won. Come. Seek me in the far-lands." The Knight's sword seemed to guide them. The Knight would head West, into the far-lands the Patron spoke of. Decades would pass as The Knight walked along the ocean's floor. Eventually The Knight would arrive in a strange new city filled with new and hostile creations they could never have imagined real. The Knight would cleave their way through the people of New York on their path to their Patron. Until the fateful day, many years after they first awoke, the Patron called to them, "Come Knight, summon me and complete your purpose."
